Found a buck on the sidewalk at East 56th & 3rd Ave about a quarter after 11 this morning.
Years ago...found 1 cowboy boot on the side of some lost highway. Was standing straight up, the boot. Waiting for the other, maybe.
Low through the trees,
Whittling it all down to one. Currently at nine:
Only the present moment exists.
Embody it as Love.
In this, everything else falls away from bliss.
"What is wrong with seeking the pleasant and shirking the unpleasant? Between the banks of pain and pleasure the river of life flows. It is only when the mind refuses to flow with life, and gets stuck at the banks, that it becomes a problem. By flowing with life I mean acceptance -- letting come what comes and go what goes. Desire not, fear not, observe the actual, as and when it happens, for you are not what happens, you are to whom it happens. Ultimately even the observer you are not. You are the ultimate potentiality of which the all-embracing consciousness is the manifestation and expression."
-Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
Words, written or spoken, are inexact tools of communication. No two minds have the same understanding of any particular word. The more words you use, the farther away you become. Eventually, words become fetters. It is always best to just listen. Smile or nod when you understand. Turn and walk away when you do not. Remain silent either way.